For years I’ve fantasized about being used by multiple men. Not just used, but treated like a fucktoy to play with. A slut.
My incredible Daddy, Grant, finally made this happen for me. He met a guy at a BDSM event and after talking for a bit, they planned out my evening.
As the day grew closer I started to get cold feet and was worried I would chicken out but when Lyle walked in, I no longer felt fear- just butterflies and wetness soaking threw my panties. A few drinks in and Grant casually grabbed me by the hair mid-conversation. “Go into the bedroom, strip, and lay face down on the bed with your ass up.”
I did as I was told, already in a lovely submissive headspace. It felt like ages before Grant finally came in, but it was only to blindfold me. I heard his footsteps disapear down the hall and then, “The slut is ready.” My heart was pounding and I could feel myself literally dripping.